Chapter 209: Profound Gratitude
Jarvis Roland had a dream.
In his dream, he was still nineteen.
He was a commoner apprentice from the Lower City, originally unremarkable, but because he was tested to have A-grade Witchcraft talent, he transformed into the most prominent apprentice of that year in Floating Island Forest.
He was very intelligent, always grasping all Witchcraft knowledge instantly; he advanced quickly, already breaking through to the peak of a Three-level Wizard Apprentice at the young age of nineteen.
He didn't lack fame, because among his peers, he was already the most dazzling existence.
He didn't lack resources, because too many Wizard families had extended olive branches to him.
Everything was too smooth sailing, to the point that even he himself thought that his promotion to a Formal Wizard was only a matter of time.
However, an accident just happened—
There was no conspiracy, no framing.
It was just during an external mission, he suffered severe injuries and didn't receive timely treatment, causing his body to be severely contaminated.
In the end, to save his life, upon his mentor's suggestion, he had to sacrifice a left leg, sealing all the contamination onto the left leg bone, then undergoing surgical amputation, followed by prosthetic limb transplantation.
It was a surgery that he hadn't even paid much attention to, yet during the process, it was discovered that the contamination on his body was not simple "sun contamination," but a Curse placed on him by a Dark Sun Apostle.
He didn't know why he, a small Three-level Wizard Apprentice, would attract the Curse of a Dark Sun Apostle, but fortunately, under the Curse of a Dark Sun Apostle, Jarvis Roland actually miraculously saved his life.
At the same time, unfortunately, to seal the Curse, his left leg would never recover throughout his life, and simultaneously, even his talent and Wizard level suffered irreversible damage in this Curse—
Bitter pleading, giving up in despair, being dispirited.
Jarvis Roland had experienced every stage of mental transformation.
Although he admitted that his mentor had indeed been very optimistic about him, the principle of equivalent exchange among Wizards prevented a Wizard from willingly bearing huge loans to buy him top-grade Purification potions.
Furthermore, his background as a commoner apprentice was not enough for those Wizard families who were initially very optimistic about him to act as intermediaries, spending a lot of energy and resources to find a Purification Wizard to help him remove the Curse.
It was at that moment that Jarvis Roland knew that, from beginning to end, he was just an ordinary person who happened to have A-grade Witchcraft talent.
His honor came from his talent, and his decline also originated from his talent.
When everything returned to the starting point, being able to save his life was already the most merciful outcome for Jarvis Roland in that situation—
"Wake up quickly—"
Accompanied by a soft female voice ringing in his ear, as if the fog had been blown away, Jarvis Roland, who had been deeply trapped in the swamp of nightmares, gradually woke up.
"This is me..."
"Mr. Jarvis Roland, the treatment is over."
The tidal wave of dizziness gradually receded from Jarvis Roland's mind. His eyes cleared, and looking at the familiar figure in front of him, in an instant, as if realizing something, Jarvis Roland sat up directly from the sofa.
"The treatment effect is very successful. You can try to walk around on the ground now, but be careful not to overexert yourself—"
His eyes were somewhat dazed. Upon hearing the first half of Miss Jia Na's sentence, Jarvis Roland suddenly felt a stillness in his ears,
As if all sounds had completely disappeared at this moment.
All that remained was the rapid pounding of his heart and the unconscious trembling of his breathing.
"It really, doesn't hurt anymore—"
Although the contamination had always been sealed within the left leg bone, the pain, like ants gnawing at him constantly, had tormented Jarvis Roland for over twenty years during this time.
Even if he usually appeared gentle and elegant in front of outsiders, the situation where he could only barely fall asleep by taking tranquilizers in the middle of the night had already made him contemplate death on countless nights—and the scars on his wrist,
Were the best proof.
"Miss Jia Na, it really doesn't hurt anymore!"
"Congratulations, Mr. Jarvis Roland—"
"It actually really doesn't hurt anymore!"
Seeing that her words were interrupted by the other party, Miss Jia Na just smiled and nodded, then quietly stood to the side, leaving a relatively quiet environment.
And at this moment, Jarvis Roland, although already in his forties, had eyes that turned red.
While he didn't lose composure to the point of crying, the words he repeated over and over again were enough for Miss Jia Na to feel Jarvis Roland's excitement at this moment.
"Thud—"
Having not walked normally on his left leg for too long, Jarvis Roland inevitably fell when he first tried to walk without crutches.
And Miss Jia Na, who was beside him, did not step forward to help, still quietly standing in the corner, letting the other party climb up,
And fall again—until he could walk normally.
"Sorry, Miss Jia Na, for letting you see me in such a state."
Although there was still some staggering in his steps, because Jarvis Roland's left leg was the left leg of an extraordinary creature with considerable bloodline power, it only took a little exercise for him to no longer need crutch support.
"It's only human nature, Mr. Jarvis Roland doesn't need to mind."
Seeing that the other party's emotions had calmed down, Miss Jia Na, who was standing in the shadows, walked out again and sat opposite Jarvis Roland.
"Your kindness, no matter how much I say, cannot express one ten-thousandth of the gratitude in my heart—Therefore, according to the agreement, no matter what request you make, I will agree."
After this matter, in facing Miss Jia Na, in addition to unspeakable gratitude, Jarvis Roland also had respect for her strength.
After all, with Jarvis Roland's eyesight, it was not difficult for him to see that in addition to being an excellent opera actress, Miss Jia Na was also a top-tier genius with extraordinary talent.
Such a peerless uncut jade would shine sooner or later.
And as a businessman with keen intuition, Jarvis Roland naturally understood the principle of investing early.
"Mr. Jarvis Roland, you don't need to lower your stance like this. I helped you because you helped me first—"
We are equal."
Hearing that the other party had started using honorifics, Miss Jia Na, who was much younger than the other party and also a business partner, did not take the opportunity to put on airs or deliberately try to control the other party.
After all, they were both old foxes who had climbed up from the bottom. Even if the other party spoke sincerely, Miss Jia Na would not really make an exorbitant demand.
A great kindness is like a great enmity; if the degree is not handled well, it will instead leave a knot in both parties' hearts.
"According to the principle of equivalent exchange among Wizards, deducting the cost of those two gifts, Mr. Jarvis Roland only needs to pay me another five thousand jin sule—"
"Absolutely not!"
Hearing Miss Jia Na's offer, Jarvis Roland directly interrupted her.
"A mere five thousand jin sule is not equivalent exchange at all!"
